ALBUM REVIEW: Volumes – Mirror Touch
I’ve been overdrawn, absence veiled by attention.
I’ve been overdrawn, absence veiled by attention.
Leave her to sing her withered songs, In tunnels painted like the dawn.
We live in spite of you.
I will remember when ghosts were mighty, and I will laugh and catch my own tears.
Falling for the promise of the emptiness machine.
Behold a time in which the hand of Karma guides the wheel.
Above the sands of time its shadow is cast again, the monolith returns demanding passage.
Fall into those arms again, and there you are always.
To be nothing, absent thereafter.